Connor wiped the sweat from his brow, the dusty attic air thick and oppressive. He knelt beside an old crate, brushing aside cobwebs and debris, when his fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. His curiosity piqued, he pulled out a tarnished Arabian lamp, its surface grimy with age. He hesitated for a moment before giving it a vigorous rub, the dust falling away in clouds. Suddenly, a plume of purple smoke erupted from the spout, swirling and coalescing into the figure of a woman. Connor stumbled back, his heart racing as the genie materialized before him.She was stunning. Her long black braided hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face with piercing purple eyes that seemed to see right through him. She wore a sheer purple sari that clung to her voluptuous curves, her large breasts straining against the fabric. Horn-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, giving her an air of sophisticated allure. “Greetings, Master,” she purred, her voice smooth and velvety. “I am Naishai, your genie. I am here to grant you three wishes.” She floated closer, her scent intoxicating—jasmine and sandalwood mingling in the air. Connor’s mind raced. “W-wishes?” he stammered, his voice cracking. He glanced down at his scrawny frame, his pale skin, his awkward teenage body. Naishai tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Yes, Master. Whatever you desire,” she said, her tone dripping with promise.Connor swallowed hard. His first wish came tumbling out without much thought. “I want to be… muscular. Ruggedly handsome. Like… like I’m ten years older.”Naishai’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “As you wish,” she murmured. She snapped her fingers, and Connor felt a sudden surge of energy course through his body. His muscles tightened and expanded, his chest broadening, his arms thickening with power. His face shifted subtly, the angles becoming sharper, more defined. He looked down at himself in awe, running his hands over his new physique. His skin felt warm, alive, and he couldn’t help but flex his biceps, marveling at the strength he now possessed.“How do you feel, Master?” Naishai asked, her voice low and teasing.“Incredible,” Connor breathed, his confidence swelling. He turned to her, emboldened by his transformation. “My second wish…” He hesitated only for a moment before blurting it out. “I want to have sex with you.”Naishai’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “A bold wish,” she said, stepping closer until she was mere inches from him. Her sari shifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, dark skin beneath. “But one I am more than happy to fulfill.”Before Connor could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. Her hands roamed over his chest, exploring his new muscles, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Connor’s breath hitched as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his with practiced ease.Naishai’s fingers traced downward, unbuttoning his jeans with deliberate slowness. She pulled them down, freeing his growing erection, which was already straining against the confines of his boxers. She smirked as she peeled them off, revealing his throbbing length. “Impressive,” she purred, wrapping her slender fingers around him. Her touch was electric, and Connor let out a low moan as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.She knelt before him, her purple eyes locked onto his as she took him into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—her lips warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took him deeper. Connor’s hands tangled in her braid as she bobbed her head, her pace quickening. Unable to contain himself any longer, Connor gently tugged her up, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want you,” he whispered.Naishai smiled seductively, snapping her fingers once more. Her sari vanished, leaving her completely bare before him. Her body was flawless—her full breasts crowned with dusky nipples, her waist narrow yet curved, and her hips invitingly wide. A patch of dark pubic hair adorned her sex, glistening with arousal.She guided him onto a nearby chaise lounge, her hands pushing him down onto his back. Straddling him, she positioned herself above his cock, her lips parting as she slowly lowered herself onto him. The feeling of her warmth enveloping him was indescribable. Connor arched his back as she took him in fully, her tightness sending waves of pleasure through him. Naishai began to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a rhythm that drove him wild. Her breasts bounced with each motion, and Connor reached up to cup them, squeezing gently as he thrust upward to meet her.Their moans filled the attic, the sound mingling with the creak of the old chaise lounge as their bodies moved together. Naishai leaned forward, her braid falling over her shoulder as she kissed him passionately, her tongue tangling with his. She broke the kiss to whisper in his ear, her breath hot and heavy. “You’re doing so well, Master,” she murmured, her voice dripping with encouragement. “Let go…”Her words pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, Connor climaxed, his release spilling into her as she continued to ride him, her own orgasm cresting moments later. She threw her head back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips as she shuddered around him.They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies intertwined, until Naishai finally slipped off him, laying beside him on the chaise lounge. Her purple eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned to face him. “One wish left, Master,” she said

Connor, while exploring an old crate in an attic, rubs an ancient Arabian lamp and summons a genie named Naishai, who grants him three wishes. His first wish transforms him into a muscular, handsome man, and his second wish involves having sex with Naishai.

Connor wiped the sweat from his brow, the dusty attic air thick and oppressive. He knelt beside an old crate, brushing aside cobwebs and debris, when his fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. His curiosity piqued, he pulled out a tarnished Arabian lamp, its surface grimy with age. 

He hesitated for a moment before giving it a vigorous rub, the dust falling away in clouds. Suddenly, a plume of purple smoke erupted from the spout, swirling and coalescing into the figure of a woman. Connor stumbled back, his heart racing as the genie materialized before him.

She was stunning. Her long black braided hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face with piercing purple eyes that seemed to see right through him. She wore a sheer purple sari that clung to her voluptuous curves, her large breasts straining against the fabric. Horn-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, giving her an air of sophisticated allure.  

“Greetings, Master,” she purred, her voice smooth and velvety. “I am Naishai, your genie. I am here to grant you three wishes.” She floated closer, her scent intoxicating—jasmine and sandalwood mingling in the air. 

Connor’s mind raced. “W-wishes?” he stammered, his voice cracking. He glanced down at his scrawny frame, his pale skin, his awkward teenage body. 

Naishai tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Yes, Master. Whatever you desire,” she said, her tone dripping with promise.

Connor swallowed hard. His first wish came tumbling out without much thought. “I want to be… muscular. Ruggedly handsome. Like… like I’m ten years older.”

Naishai’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “As you wish,” she murmured. She snapped her fingers, and Connor felt a sudden surge of energy course through his body. His muscles tightened and expanded, his chest broadening, his arms thickening with power. His face shifted subtly, the angles becoming sharper, more defined. He looked down at himself in awe, running his hands over his new physique. His skin felt warm, alive, and he couldn’t help but flex his biceps, marveling at the strength he now possessed.

“How do you feel, Master?” Naishai asked, her voice low and teasing.

“Incredible,” Connor breathed, his confidence swelling. He turned to her, emboldened by his transformation. “My second wish…” He hesitated only for a moment before blurting it out. “I want to have sex with you.”

Naishai’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “A bold wish,” she said, stepping closer until she was mere inches from him. Her sari shifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, dark skin beneath. “But one I am more than happy to fulfill.”

Before Connor could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. Her hands roamed over his chest, exploring his new muscles, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Connor’s breath hitched as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his with practiced ease.

Naishai’s fingers traced downward, unbuttoning his jeans with deliberate slowness. She pulled them down, freeing his growing erection, which was already straining against the confines of his boxers. She smirked as she peeled them off, revealing his throbbing length. 

“Impressive,” she purred, wrapping her slender fingers around him. Her touch was electric, and Connor let out a low moan as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.

She knelt before him, her purple eyes locked onto his as she took him into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—her lips warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took him deeper. Connor’s hands tangled in her braid as she bobbed her head, her pace quickening. 

Unable to contain himself any longer, Connor gently tugged her up, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want you,” he whispered.

Naishai smiled seductively, snapping her fingers once more. Her sari vanished, leaving her completely bare before him. Her body was flawless—her full breasts crowned with dusky nipples, her waist narrow yet curved, and her hips invitingly wide. A patch of dark pubic hair adorned her sex, glistening with arousal.

She guided him onto a nearby chaise lounge, her hands pushing him down onto his back. Straddling him, she positioned herself above his cock, her lips parting as she slowly lowered herself onto him. 

The feeling of her warmth enveloping him was indescribable. Connor arched his back as she took him in fully, her tightness sending waves of pleasure through him. Naishai began to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a rhythm that drove him wild. Her breasts bounced with each motion, and Connor reached up to cup them, squeezing gently as he thrust upward to meet her.

Their moans filled the attic, the sound mingling with the creak of the old chaise lounge as their bodies moved together. Naishai leaned forward, her braid falling over her shoulder as she kissed him passionately, her tongue tangling with his. She broke the kiss to whisper in his ear, her breath hot and heavy. 

“You’re doing so well, Master,” she murmured, her voice dripping with encouragement. “Let go…”

Her words pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, Connor climaxed, his release spilling into her as she continued to ride him, her own orgasm cresting moments later. She threw her head back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips as she shuddered around him.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies intertwined, until Naishai finally slipped off him, laying beside him on the chaise lounge. Her purple eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned to face him. 

“One wish left, Master,” she said

A timid, scrawny teenager finds an Arabian lamp in his grandparents' attic, and when he rubs it, a seductive genie named Naishai appears, offering him three wishes.

He wishes to transform into a muscular, ruggedly handsome man and then wishes to have sex with the genie, who eagerly obliges.

Their encounter is passionate and intense, with the genie guiding the inexperienced young man through a series of erotic encounters.

The Djinn and the Nerd

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